Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Cosplay Prey (I) [oral, anal, vaginal, forced sex, mf]

The morning sun barely crept through the curtains of Hayao’s cluttered bedroom in the apartment he shared with his mother, Mai, and his younger sister. As he prepared for another day of high school, his fingers grazed a chain tucked beneath a pile of manga on his desk. An idea sparked. He retrieved the stopwatch, its cold metal glinting with promise, and threaded the chain through its loop, crafting a necklace to keep his time-manipulating device secure and accessible. 

Hanging it around his neck, he felt its weight against his chest—a talisman of power. While scrolling through his phone, he stumbled upon Runa Hayase’s cosplay profile on a convention website. Her photos showcased a slim, curvaceous figure, with breasts that strained against her costumes and a radiant beauty that made his pulse race. As he admired Runa's images, Hayao couldn’t help but imagine using the stopwatch to freeze time and have his way with her. She was scheduled to appear at a local cosplay event that evening, dressed as 2B from Nier: Automata. Hayao’s mind churned with possibilities, his cock stirring at the thought of feeling her body under his hands.

Throughout the day, the young boy’s mind was consumed by thoughts of the cosplayer and the possibilities the stopwatch offered. After school, he arrived at the bustling convention center, the air thick with the chatter of fans and the flash of cameras. Runa stood out immediately, her 2B cosplay impeccable: a black dress with a daring slit revealing smooth thighs, thigh-high boots hugging her legs, and a blindfold veil that added an air of mystery. Her figure was mesmerizing, every curve accentuated by the tight costume, her breasts pressing against the fabric, and her confident pose drew every eye. Hayao approached, his heart pounding, and introduced himself as a fan. Her handshake was warm, her smile genuine, and he felt a jolt of desire as their hands touched. They posed for a photo, her body close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume. 

Snapping the picture, he sent it to Shigeru with a message: “If I get her for you, will you trade Amanda?” Shigeru’s reply was instant: “Fuck yes, she’s hot as hell. Deal.”

As he watched Runa interact with fans and pose for photos, Hayao’s desire for her grew stronger, fueling his determination to make her his, even if only to trade her to Shigeru for his prize. As the event wound down, his obsession took over. He followed Runa through the crowded streets, keeping his distance until she reached her apartment building. 

As she fumbled with her keys at the door, he pressed the stopwatch, the world freezing in an eerie silence. Bundling her inside, he closed the door behind them. Her apartment was a shrine to her craft—soft pink walls adorned with gleaming cosplay trophies, shelves lined with colorful wigs, and a rack of meticulously crafted costumes that seemed to whisper tales of fantastical worlds. 

The air was scented with a faint floral perfume, mingling with the aroma of fabric and makeup. Frozen in place, Runa’s blindfold veil hung loosely, her lips parted slightly, as if caught mid-breath. Unable to resist, Hayao unzipped his pants, his cock already hard, and guided it into her motionless mouth. The warmth of her lips enveloped him, a stark contrast to the cool air of the apartment, as he thrust, fucking her throat with slow, deliberate strokes. Her frozen form offered no resistance, her beauty amplified by her vulnerability, her skin smooth and unyielding under his touch. With a surge of willpower, he pulled back, stopping himself from cumming, his breath ragged. 

He needed to focus, to get her for Shigeru, not just for himself. He needed to keep his eye on the prize. He slapped himself with both, girding his loins for the challenge to come.

***

Carrying Runa through the living room, Hayao felt a fleeting admiration for her talent, but it was quickly eclipsed by his darker desires. He stepped into her bedroom—a cozy, inviting haven that stood in stark contrast to the dark, high-fashion goth persona she now wore. Pastel pink walls enveloped the space, soothing yet intimate, decorated with posters of anime characters—wide-eyed heroines and stoic warriors—whose gazes seemed to follow him. A single bed dominated the room, its soft white sheets neatly tucked, dotted with plush toys: a fluffy cat with oversized eyes, a bunny with floppy ears, and a chibi version of a popular game character. A vanity table sat in one corner, cluttered with makeup brushes, vibrant palettes, and hair accessories, while a full-length mirror reflected the scene: Hayao, a predator in control, with Runa, his prey, in his arms.

He laid her gently on the bed, her frozen form stiff yet delicate, like a porcelain doll. Her 2B cosplay was a masterpiece, the black dress now discarded on the floor, leaving her in a white leotard that clung to her body like a second skin. The blindfold veil was draped loosely over her eyes, adding an air of mystique that sent a shiver down Hayao’s spine. Her platinum blonde hair spilled across the pillow, framing her oval face, its wavy strands catching the light filtering through the curtains. The leotard outlined every curve—her full breasts, slim waist, and rounded hips—making her look like the android warrior from his fantasies. Hayao decided to leave it on; the sight of her in it, so perfectly embodying his desires, was too arousing to remove. The tight fabric was a constant reminder of the fantasy he was about to defile, and it fueled his growing erection.

With deliberate care, he adjusted her costume. He slid off her thigh-high boots, revealing smooth, pale legs that glistened faintly in the soft light. The boots fell to the floor with a soft thud, exposing her delicate feet, her toes painted a subtle pink that matched the room’s aesthetic. He traced his fingers along her calves, marveling at their softness, before moving to the leotard. He pulled down the top, exposing her breasts, which spilled free—round, firm, and perfect, with pink nipples that hardened instantly in the cool air. Hayao’s breath hitched as he gazed at them, his cock straining against his pants. 

“Miss Hayase, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “Your body is a work of art.” 

He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, the sweet taste of her skin sending a jolt through him. His hand kneaded the other breast, feeling its weight, the frozen form amplifying his sense of control.

Moving lower, he found the seam at the crotch of the leotard and carefully shifted the fabric aside, revealing her shaved pussy. It was smooth and pink, glistening with a hint of arousal despite her frozen state, a sign that her body was responding even without her consent. Hayao’s fingers brushed along her folds, feeling the warmth and wetness, his cock twitching in anticipation. He marveled at her perfection, the way her body seemed designed for pleasure. 

“Runa, you’re exquisite,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He adjusted the stopwatch, his fingers trembling as he weakened its effect just enough to allow her body to respond minimally, permitting only her eyes to move. 

He wanted her to feel every moment, to be aware of his violation, even if she couldn’t resist.

Positioning himself between her legs, Hayao rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating it with her juices. The warmth was intoxicating, and he savored the moment before thrusting slowly, deliberately, into her. Her tight pussy gripped him like a vice, and he groaned, the sensation overwhelming. He began to move, each thrust deep and measured, relishing the way her body enveloped him. His hands roamed over her, and the leotard added a tactile layer to his pleasure, its white fabric contrasting with her flushed skin, the pulled-aside crotch a constant reminder of his control. The bed creaked softly under their weight, the only sound in the frozen world besides his heavy breathing and the wet slap of their bodies.

Lifting the blindfold veil, Hayao peered into Runa’s eyes. They were wide with horror, darting frantically, the only part of her that could express the terror and confusion consuming her. Her pupils dilated, her gaze pleading for mercy, tears welling up as she realized her helplessness. Hayao laughed, a cruel edge to his voice. 

“You’re mine now, 2B,” he taunted, the name slipping out once, a nod to the fantasy he was living. “Just like in my dreams.” 

He thrust harder, deeper, watching her eyes fill with more tears, her silent pleas ignored. The sight of her distress fueled his arousal, making his cock throb inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, her body betraying her mind’s horror, and Hayao reveled in the contradiction, his laughter echoing in the small room.

He grabbed his phone, snapping several pictures: his cock buried deep in Runa’s pussy, her terrified eyes staring up at him, the leotard pulled aside to expose her vulnerability. The images captured her beauty, a perfect record of the moment. He sent them to Shigeru with a message: “Getting her ready for you. She’s fucking perfect.” 

Moments later, Shigeru responded with photos of Amanda on her knees, her pale lips wrapped around his cock, fingers forming double peace signs as she looked up with a mix of submission and defiance. “Preparing Amanda for you. She can’t stop talking about you, man. Can’t wait for the trade,” Shigeru’s message read. Hayao smirked, his cock pulsing inside Runa at the thought of reclaiming Amanda. He put his phone away and resumed fucking her, his hips slamming against her with renewed vigor, the bed’s creaks growing louder.

Runa’s pussy was slick now, her body responding despite her frozen state, and Hayao could feel her tightening around him. 

“Miss Hayase, your pussy is incredible,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips through the leotard, pulling her closer with each thrust. 

The room filled with the sounds of his grunts and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Runa’s eyes continued to dart, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching as if craving more. He slowed his thrusts, pulling almost out before slamming back in, eliciting muffled gasps from Runa’s lips, her weak responses driving him wild.

After a while, Hayao decided to really prepare her for Shigeru. He sent another message: “Should I break in her asshole, or do you want that pleasure yourself?” 

Shigeru’s reply was swift: “Go for it. Get her nice and ready for me.” 

Hayao grinned, then texted again: “Also, message my mom, Mai, and tell her I’m staying at your place for a few days. Cover for me.” 

Shigeru agreed, and Hayao turned his attention back to Runa. He adjusted the stopwatch, weakening its effect further, allowing her to move weakly. Her limbs twitched, her fingers clawing feebly at the sheets, her body trembling as she struggled against the lingering effects of the stopwatch.

The boy smiled, enjoying her pathetic efforts before he flipped her over, positioning her with her face buried in the pillow, her ass raised high. He moved the fabric of the leotard aside again, revealing her tight, pink asshole, a stark contrast to her glistening pussy. The sight was intoxicating—her ass perfectly round, her thighs quivering slightly as she fought weakly against him. He continued to fuck her pussy from behind, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. Runa’s muffled moans filled the room, her struggles adding to his pleasure. “Runa, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Shigeru’s gonna love you.”

To prepare her ass, Hayao pulled out briefly and spat on his fingers, rubbing the saliva over her tight asshole. He inserted one finger slowly, feeling the resistance give way, her body tensing as she whimpered into the pillow. He worked his finger in and out, adding more spit to ease the passage, savoring her weak protests. Then, he dipped his fingers into her pussy, gathering her abundant juices, and smeared them over her asshole, the slickness making his finger slide in more easily. Runa’s body shuddered, her moans growing louder, a mix of pain and involuntary pleasure.

Realizing spit and juices might not suffice, he left Runa on the bed and decided to look for something that would smooth his entry into her forbidden holel. While her was ass still raised, the leotard framing her exposed holes, the young boy ventured to the kitchen. Hayao wanted to break her in, but he didn’t want to break, break her. 

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